| We gotta go deep into the underground
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| (You're nuts!
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| You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?)
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| I’m coming in black and running the track, I dare you to overreact
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| I’m placing the mic stand into my right hand digging a hole in your back
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| Just for the record I’m making it perfectly clear that my method’ll sever the
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| ear
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| Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it’s hazardous when I appear,
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| uh
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| Fake cats’ll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware
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| I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you’re way beyond repair
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| Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels
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| It’s a marriage of fools, stick up! |
| Now you’re left in a blood pool
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| Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit
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| I stick you for your ice with the graveyard pick
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| I’m sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple Hell
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| Ripping your whole shell, then I cripple you as well
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| Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation
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| Bitches are starstruck on location
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| Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doom
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| Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room
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| Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer
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| Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that’s quick to bone ya
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| Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a morning
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| Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire, I burn ya
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| Beggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sin
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| Nigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespect
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| Holdin it down, mix in the mud, corner to cave
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| Niggas are slaved with affidavits
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| Roamin the globe unknown and nameless
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| The G-R-A-V-E-D-I-G-G-A-Zig Zag Chamber got cats in danger
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| The hot flow’s major, the show’s got flavor
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| You all know the caper, God control your paper
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| Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it’s a daily war
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| If the hustle fail me or derail me I’ma be jailed for sure
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| Pressure be escalating, stakes be testin my patience
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| Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men
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| But they be black like me and they react like me
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| Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee
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| Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoeuvring packed tightly
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| Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy
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| For a limited time the criminal mind’ll shine before they find
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| They’re dumb and deaf and blind, either be God or be the swine
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| You know the graveyard anthem dig in your brain sanctum
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| Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I’m out like a phantom
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| Yo. |
| leave em collegiate, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector
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| Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector
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| Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thought
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| Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference
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| Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the Earth so shake
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| Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant
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| Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust
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| Never to sink or drop, I’m ready to bust shots
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| The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious
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| Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions
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| Maintaining a Grym tale, remaining to raise hell
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| Fuck the cloning, a nigga receive death to my opponents |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Six Feet Underground, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп